"Alright."
Colin picked up the document on the table, which had split into two copies at some point, one for each of them.
"Hmm."
Compared to Colin, who casually held the document in his hand, Xu Duojin was much more cautious. He put on a pair of black gloves and then reverently placed the document into a black box and closed it.
"Oh, there's also this."
Colin lifted his hand, and a cat-eared maid immediately brought up a black briefcase.
The briefcase landed steadily on the tabletop.
Seeing this briefcase, Xu Duojin's eyes lit up; he had a genuine fondness for this style of briefcase—
It was also black. He decided he would get one for himself later.
"This is...?" Xu Duojin noted the style and then shifted his gaze back to Colin.
"It was brought from that... other world; it's the technological achievement of that civilization."
Colin paused, not mentioning "The Seventh Box Garden World" by name.
